Official Freestyle Thread

aight sons.... nuff wit da fuccin arguin bacc n forth AY!?.....
I made a DISS CYPHA specially fo BEEFZ......

this is a CYPHA.............. supposed to roll off tha nigga above u not beef bacc n forth like children........

at least SPIT!

fucc...........
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ya wigz split like manacinz- clip hit ya land again- slit wrists / handz when.. u damage men fo no reason...
sonz itz a chose season- both freezin- hot n cold MCs ceasin' believin in sleepin- thas Y they aint reciev'n..
change of peace kid? nah- peoplez blinded by tha heathenz- itz like finderz keepers- n da weeperz gettin beated..
n tha leecherz grindin on CEE M.......... (nutha site Im on)
Lettin heated feelinz creep in- feel like leapin / jumpin ugginz who pushin n shoven they way punchin-
" impatient- buggin' "
get laid 2 waste from ACZ bustes- act hustlin n catch mufflaz (get smoked) on crack or nuthin- son no frontin-
I pacc crutchez- but a angel touches.. now I feel like givin up em.. see u walkin in em will erupt happiness..
Ill be glad as shit to punch ya glass 2 bitz (jaw) watch u grasp fa shit- I laugh n kick- cuz Im not passionate..
I flash a pin- part of tha grenade bashin chinz- one hitz ya- HA! collapsin pricc!.. ya neva lastin BITCH. U tha fish Im faeva capturin!.....
cudnt throw hookz if u was a captian.. bitch.. lacerate n gash ya ribz.. I spit fast like this on accident!
OOPS!!! caught up in tha nastiness!!..

Yo yo yo yo yo .................
yo yo yo yo yo .................
yea lissen.....

Im switchin from neatness "to bitches".. Im "swift wit digitz"- call me "texas instrumentas"...
not a sexist.. an apprentice.. nah IM kiddin.. wisdom ma last name I spit it daily in sentence....
maybe Im ventin?.. crazy as it sound.. tension.. rises like houndz when sounds mention...
this tha same AC dat was vicious! bacc in tha day.. notice a difference? Im known to rip it...
no clone son Im grown up.. only one n thas me.. champ enhanced wit advanced lyricz...
hand on stand when planned awardz head towardz ma rest ina red seat Im blessed fo sure...
yo son I hedz iz off from sword swung.. ya waited long enuff- AC strong enuff- killin more then once..
mag rapz- blast avez- only chat wit lonely chiccz who have abs- homies!,..... this iz chillin son..

i fuck bitchs with belly tabs that are down ta stab a kid over the price of a cab ya my black labs run tracks on a clown just for the way they voice sounds best ta prnounce those nouns and verbs ma fuckas around my way get smooth on words its obsurb to the third pop pop to my Jay bird flex a gallon when wes wylin AKS out stylin prowlin the counrty mile searchin for a dime smile or crumb ta pile noups and fist get pop when wes blown off the crop chop chop in hurry we settle things in a furry of madness never planned kids shit just happens its bed time so im out ta nappin go ahead though keep clappin

Many say their tha best wit lines that glorify commercialism
Then quickly bitch up when bullets hit em'
I give them problems expose their coyote squadron
Threaten tha God better duck two loaded god-u's guard him
I'm robbin' hoods for tha starving stars in the slums
And aborted babies that couldv'e been powerful women, and men
Life is sin that's why i stay sinister in the booth boostin' expressions
Schoolin' emcee's to see tha right direction as i'm wreckin'
Havoc on the unestablished see cranium damage from tha flyin' crane savage

I got my ~gat that~ i call my ~street sweeper~/
homie its a ~fact~ i dont hold ~that~ ~cheap reefer~/
im the m.c known to ~eat ether~/
placin lyrical bets wit' da ~grim reaper~/
step up to me u'll be six ~feet deeper~/

yo sonn, furious again loungin, thunderous
munch kidz like chipz, my shyt get madd swift
sit down, study wu hitz, cuz dats da tru shyt
tru music, fake shyt, im throwin dartz thru it
move it or lose it, my dartz cause confusion
developed illusionz of instrumentalized solutionz
new position, top of da mountain, sittin
toad flow, make marble fountainz start splittin
poison dipped spittin, singe'in ya mittenz,
aint kiddin, iron index hold blunt, gettin lifted
get ya vexxed, runnin thru rough like a t-rex
da devilz poundin on my chest, its a test
badd as hell sonn, lyrical dualy gunnz make ya runn
duck n lunge, i absorb ya techniques like a sponge
flowz a ton, flowz galore, further i explore
da furious sword toar thru doorz, im from da core
reppin greenhill, i sharpen dartz, mean skillz
350 degrees pure wisdom, invade system
like a virus sonn, o'siris was a victim
so rest in peace, my delf b released
aka da beast in me, about ta leak solid steez
movin thru like a lethal breeze, one wit da treez
and my mind, my design and rhymez iz devine
eyes shine bright, contructed like a quilt, its TIGHT!!

FURIOUS makin da mic ignite, new iz wrong, old iz rite......

the most vicious, statitics are listed throughout the district, the misfits and convicts must mind theyre bizniss, blades swing down to chop low and gore the core, split body parts and leave them at your door, come correct demandin respect and knockin sets, separate the head from the neck, speak words with depth, like deep as an ocean, hide all emotion, strike with the fatal motion, start commotion, notions of death hang in the air mothers cry out in despair, a death toll that could never be stopped nor repaired, walkin home scared, in the dark of night, its hard to see the light

but still paint sight and ignite the mic and the minds/Sometimes unleash the killa caged in my deepest confines/I unwind w/ the blunt and the brew in my hand/Mile-high like Denver, we elevatin new lands/Style fly enough to be considered contraband/We expand like water to sponges/grunges of dirt mungers/ hunger for spoils for which rats toil/but the meat spoil and that beef aint safe to cook/CIA agents is royal, transparent, they gotta brand new look/Bury you underneath the stack of books, 450 years to get this shook/The crooks is runnin this rap shit, see a party on MTV, and yo, I wanna crash it, smash shit to worthless remains, and let the underground grow when that thunder rains.

thunder rains
run ya chain, we be wolves wit hunger pangs
steel still spittin slugs thatll numb ya brain
find my dna stickin all up in ya lovers mane
tell you what, ill send you up, up in flames
see me at the station and catch a fuckin train
literally bastard, leave you physically shattered
semi auto scattergun so ya click can be scattered
you dont know me, son, and if you did
you wouldnt wait for me to split ya wig
Do It Yaself on some punk shit, punk bitch
Ashton Kutcher Guess Who get Punked bitch
Shraps the butcher yall dont wanna fuck wit
meet you and turn you into meat too, slugs eat you
and leave holes big nuff to see through
smack in the head and knock ya teeth through
the back of ya head, shrap is slappin ya dead

:king:

I roast cunts like marshmellows,..tip em over like french cars.../
teargas the set, my C4 rap turns hoods to wrecking yards.../
no holds bard,...go ahead an peel my card.../
cant wait till u find sick's a blind date,...crash your shit to shards.../
retards,...no body's got talent like me.../
you aint shit so return to your home fuckin planet like "E T".../
that's how big yall are compared to sicka than aidz.../
fuck this shit, yall played out like will smiths high fade.../
all u fags, keep my dick up in yo mouth.../
or I''ll land u south of heaven, give u therapy on hell's couch.../
ouch...yes, im talkin bout my couch.../
ten minutes pussy's,...im the shit without a doubt...

im out
peace

i fucked up. peace

yep

I dont have to go the distance to take care of buisness.../
within seconds ill crash the gates an smash your fuckin resistance.../
witness aidz smack these bitches with the quickness.../
u phony clowns sit down when u pee cuz your more feminine than a princess.../
my little pony rappers,...in a instant ill cock an squeeze,..put an end to your existance,.../
I rhyme str8 of the top of my dome,...ask skale an benben cuz they've always been around to witness.../
my skills at tearin the house down,.../
faggots step down, Sicka's back in town,.../
all u do is go down in flames,...some of u pussy's str8 up drown,.../
im tha best at this shit so u may as well quit an steer your ass homeword bound,.../
fuck it,...u know that im great,.../
style so sick,...leave u anorexic an throwin up all that u ate.../
what the fuck,...u chumps cant even debate,.../
obviously takes u a month to move as much weight as I can push in less than eight.../
minutes...ive be winnin this since the beginnin an now im nearin the finish.../
word up To Spoken 12, PIR always fuckin up stupid rappers, pass me a guinness

pir
peace

This site is fucking boring too many niggaz whoring
looking for a date they refuse to shoot straight
I stay up till its late waiting to debate just to realize
the truth is hated and despised so bitches stay away
cause I don't play that way I tell like it is fuck getting in yo bed
Im not on you side you don't like it - well die
cause I don't give a fuck go somewhere else and bust a nut
cause I'll cut you in you brain and drain yo insane remains
i say it again in my book you hypocrit and a crook

Beats get ate when i hunger for a track a perfect midnight snack
Put emcee's to bed with these good-night raps
Steal their shine as they fail to find ways to get it back
Step in my lab and get attacked by my labador
You'll need retrievers to relieve ya as ya clapped runnin' 4 the door
You want war causlties increase as ya peeps get sweeped
Tha dust settles on tha streets as mourners weep we pee on ya fleet
Capesh tha weak never flourish wit flows malnourished
They just perish as we tear heads from knecks
Head cuttin' specialist clean my sword then rest

And invest in vests to protect my chest from flyin' slugs
Hatred of heartless thugs that would love to send me above
No time for club hoppin' maybe record shoppin' to keep tha beats poppin'
Writing, and reciting gems that are iller than these weak records droppin'
Fuck toppin' charts i'm throwin' darts at sell-outs that pollute tha art
Before i die only wish is to make my mark, guilotines tha trade-mark
Better believe Nasir isn't tha only emcee with a brave-heart
Biters get hunted frontin' in these concrete jungle parts
Confronted their hearts get chopped like onions i keep em' runnin'
So while haters make assumptions i keep these lines punchin' smashin' pumpkins
And carving faces who lack tha basics ya brains basically wasted like ghetto kids that always fight
I grab tha mic everytime like it's my last for tha love, and tha cash opposition move or enjoy tha blast

enjoy the blast of rythm when the voice hits back
on point with a six pack droppin hot joints on a mix track
nah boy dont kick that its all been done before
gettin stuk with the tek and in between you see the numba 4
one for war another for peace
one for the prison another for my brothers on the streets
know that its far beyond your reach like astronomy
or social equality, stay close but never follow me

astrology learned for college fees
brains don't grow on knowledge trees
obviously work is involved
and hurt is a law,
installed in the minds of every great mathematician
was a great path of visions
split up and hard to solve like long divison
risen like the phoneix from hell
ringin bells and castin spells
over the weak and unwell
when war's upheld

All at attention as i release tha tension as i'm lyrically fencin'
Stay wit tha toast like the french and you felons flenchin'
Know i'm lynchin' mobs and angry crabs pinchin'
Swift when tha sword beheads heads against him
Silent murder style watch bodies pile up by tha thou-sands
freestylin' wild when i begin to resserect tha dead again
Father forgive my sins as i send wack rappers as offerings
Illest author in tha game with a book of flames
Crooks catch canes then get choke slammed out tha frame
U can turn tha other cheek i'll never do tha same
While their Martin i'm Malcom wit lyrics flowin' like water fountains
So while u doubtin' i'm countin' my paper in Jamacia
Tha owner n' maker equator shaker signin' off tha black undertaker

is always an honor to spitt behind an element
we are the ill not gods but still omnipotent ya just sediment
u insolent fool u just an easy use tool
sit back watch how we do this new school
yup "i pitty the fool" who think they betta
beatin the freestyle kings that a Neva
and no matta the weatha for eva we out last
blast lines with high prestige like everlast
in the sholin temple u fast or dont even speak a word
our degrees are 360 complete u just a mere 3rd
"masta most high" "so we buckin at the birds" <- Common
nigga u a grain to us ya'll fuckin terds
this is ubsurd i'm goin off dome top
I'm back in the temple 'all hail The Rock'

all hail the rock? nah all sell the rock
and mail the cops anthrax so they can smell and rot
im the type to run out and catch a case
just so i can walk up to the judge and spit in his face
this is a misplaced delivery
like pentagrams being sent to the ministry
im viciously rippin these similes infinitly
until amerika isnt run by industry
but that'll never happen
your havin better chances of fallin back on the wagon
somebody lop off the heads of these seven headed dragons

from their disposition i run over with will of volition of course they curse from violation being the elocution that spun them like erudition for the diction be the heat starting friction to bicker and bark like twin twigs rubbing a spark not into forest for fires when for rest tire like park as the venue life happens to continue like out the blue in blazes of stars struck by glare stare of dumb found in awe i say the law above admonishing whats low to be in essence to see like monkey in middle they fiddle with both and thou shall smote and smite for as they spite exstinguish their light through plight and slight making whats right over good uncommonly like types of trees have dif woods though forest has the fallen like a pyre the fires calling for roast rote and burn to learn leaving spots ashen and marks blasting dust without might to blind even when stir in frenzy while wind for form crush norm as dorm shelters mentals though clip wings and place hats after walk ask where's it at for coming from the everywhere going to the place one not dare wax like candles contemplating thoughts to compare

Yo enough with da I-bust-caps-and-drop-bustas rap/
Too much fake gun-in-my-waist-nine-milly-crap/
Ya, I sound self-righteous but ya dudes destroyin rap/
Whateva happened to look-inside-and-feel-like-I'm trapped/
Real situations stedda gangsta vacation/Ya tryin ya fuck
with lyrics but all come out is masturbation/Bullshit put death
ta true vibration/Cuz y'all dudes' exaggeration we get bad reputation/
Y'all verbal mystics but wrap yaself in verbal vests/Spend
mo time listenin ta da beat in ya chest/Come ta test flex wack
wax I'll show ya what's best/Turn mirror on yo'delf, start
knowin yaself/Put 50 and HOVA back on da shelf/Them dudes
sick but they aint like yaself/Rap about what makes ya heart
go cold/Rap what it's like when ya 19 years old/Still living with
ya moms and ya sick o' gettin told/How to live and when respect
ta give/How it's hard to blow up with ya heart on ya sleeve/I been
down that way and trust me today/Ya sound dumb as nails when
ya talk gangsta way/But ya ain't that way/Find somethin intelligent
ta say/Like now, right away, before it's not alright, all night, and there
ain't no day...

raise the bar from defeat to behead making visions stark white in the blues while seep red as i tread on floors of blown doors like bastard locks get shot by masters of disaters more natural then say its menstral elation giving cramps like an amp to pump when dump a slump to make the bigger be stumps like mitchell not the french men of tires and chefs anyway what i say about umps and empires calling outs when they strike back with reflex like muscles tensed from vexed like hex under sex effect violence like its medicine knot in two it like hermes forgot the worm and he became a living being to not squirm under pressure as man the plan in motion to blow sin like sheepish grin when bear the wolf as a kin know the vine of di or bi or two whats false and whats true the grapes wrath be in that sleuth to amaze get more than faze through phase but not enough to last the days from thresholds to displays of molds shooting stars to a nova hole another froze like brain chill the water akin to still calm cool then collect the flakes from chips knocked as i smash blocks having buildings committeed to non living

I've witnessed ~older phines~/
that ~shape~ and ~mold your teens~/
creatin' ~hate~ for ~colder schemes~/
~mistakes~ that ~sold your dreams~/

man... so high right now here we go...


Already ~knowing life needs ~ better ~tactics~/
Cuz demons ~showing tight weed~ with bloddy ~hatchets~
no matter the ~strategy~/
mc's stay ~mad at me~/
wu aint no place i'd ~rather be~/
then in this lyrical ~family~/
all lyrics labeled ~insanity~/

Vocab. equipped like a ~assault ship~/
make the hardest thug ~halt clips~/
i laught u roll wit ~small cliques~/
u blame everyone else but its ur ~fault dick~/

cardboard cutout mcs fall quick to the storm, and-
go drop ya album, go wood like ya dick in the mornin
ima stick to my story, there aint another better
whatevas clever but clever never, i stomp faggots forever
brainstems get severed the axe killah is back, killa
spit in your face slap you wit the black milla
i piss on maggots behind the dumpster
nines of thunder tear a herb mind asunder
yo and this aint nothin

yo stick to your story, like a magazine of fairy tale pornography
transvestite dyke look-a-like trolls n fucked up gnomes, gets ya horny
ya rhymes are corny, looks like i took a shit all over your "gangsta" poetry
yo that wasnt nothing, so dont think its somthin, all u got is gluts in ya stomach n guts
so what? u mad? i'll post up a Cam'Ron pic, but i dont need that to laugh
at you, wack rappin canadian, only crew u got is gay french dudes, eatin canadian bacon
fuckin fagot, i'm savage with vocab, so sad, thinkin u can take my path, but u cant dun
u thinkin u already won, but the race had never begun.....

shit talkin prick

:lmao: u edited your "freestyle" and still came out wack as fuck, damn u cant write or rap at all man... give up

edited a freestyle/keystyle?....okay, lol

i blaze this part of the board up, nobody surviving.../
intellekt editing wont help, AIDZ rhymes with perfect timing.../
maddest emcee, u dont want none of me.../
Im rated beyond R,...u pussy, parents censor the shit thats beyond G.../
triple X,...wu hef sex allup in the text,.../
I fuck it up regardless,...slam the best, feel sorry for those who think they next.../
slice your throats, ...what floats the boats?
I walk on water like jesus, paddle that raft over here an get a taste of my scroat,.../
dont give a damn about votes,...show up at your show, run or get smoked.../
burn down your club, take a shot, show me luv/
...fuck your style, im the illest there ever was...

pir
peace

yo heres a little story of lifes ills
this crazyy bitch with her blue pills
wanna put here buisness were it dont belong
its not my fault her heads gone/ ill remain on
she brings drama to the master of kharma/ talk shit on me and my babies mama
when a phsyco bitch gets slapped/ and her man clapped and get tracked like tyco
its tenfold to the temple and its done real simple
this bitch must of forgot / i taught her the block although
geico better have them insured/ she dont remember my tempo dike ho
i stepped out of the game/ now shes popping off at my name
let this remain/ my hand is the one that reighns
when i scramble her fried brains/ all over the pavement
and to her bitch boyfriend/ this is grave like a slave ship
concave you and yours/ silly whores that always want more
what for/ have this done right at your corner store
fuck that your front door or in your accord
cant afford to explore when im on your porch
lock your doors and your man away
say one more word to my fiancee
and the shit will begin to really spray
this bitch about to turn gay/ hoping to see a new day
i heard you in the back ground on the cell phone
getting spots blown even though im far from home
let your man get shown and its his dome
and ill let you lick up the chromosones
i dont condone this behavior but there is no savior
and dont ask me to save her...bb's got a issue at hand
its you and your man make plans to leave town
or come and get down

dope^

nvm

catch u slippin in my presence an you'll get free passes to the heavens,.../
Cya in hell,..Im like the devil, u like the janitor at the seven elevens,.../
satanic donald trump fuckin every fine dyme in my site.../
im only half awake an i still blow everyone a way with what I write,,.../
say goodnight,..I'll fuckin buck you off stage,.../
gauge loaded an sawed, dont give a fuck about your age.../
ima evil gangsta,...u a feeble wanksta,.../
visit my hood an odds are native's will shank ya,.../
no joke, we mean as hell,.../
cops dont respond to our drama, fbi cant tap our sells,.../
if i found out u's an agent,...I fuckin shit down your neck,.../
rip your fuckin head off, fuck it,...freestyle 5 minutes,..all my shit's beyond def

pir
peace

ben, drop a quickie.

Pyroclastic like hells spawn spewin magma

Ridin with brimestone, like the devil won, hells were the party's at im just playin the devils son

No way, I cant be stopped, my flow ever inpending doom

Cookin up twisted shit like in ya parents bedroom

Armeggedon's past with the Bush Administration

Bullet through the sermon, in gory illustrations

Abiss

in battles i'm handling-most-threats you're left regretting & standing-in-cold-sweats,
i post hot quotes in threads coz my plan-is-to-over-throw-vets

dawg drop it first in the last drink sworn enemy thread or set it up
you drop first with rules and a vote count
you calling heads out

what?

freestyle thread...is what i did...

unless you're calling me out...coz i don't back down